My cock twitches at the bit of hair around his pucker. It trails down underneath his balls. He stares back at me, his eyes seductive and lips pressed into a thin line. His sadness and desire mix together, fighting to have power over the other. Standing up from the floor, I take off the rest of my clothes and crawl onto the bed after him, wanting to feed the second one and take the other completely away.
I position myself between his legs, pressing kisses along his spine. He trembles beneath me, and my fingers reach around him, stroking his belly and chest.
“Please,” he begs. “Need it.”
“Not yet,” I say. I want to addnot everbut I can't get the words to come out. I know if I have too much of him, I won't be able to go back to having less, and eventually I'll have to. We both will. This is too dangerous.
“Ev,” he whines.
“Shhh, I got you. Let me take care of you now.”
He nods, his face flushed, and I spread his thighs, running my finger down the top of his crease. I don't stop until I reach his entrance and press a little before moving in circular motions. Desperate sounds escape him and he pushes back against me, rocking his hips.
“Patience,” I say, spitting between his cheeks, the saliva helping my finger enter further. More drips from my mouth and I get him wetter than before shoving my finger inside. His thighs quake and he makes unintelligible sounds the deeper I go, invading the space between his inner walls. I've never touched inside him with my bare skin before and a warmth settles in me the longer I'm here, the vibrations going from my hand up the rest of my body.
I didn't know what I was missing before. We come together as one as I keep a part of me attached to him.
“Daddy,” he moans and I tense up, freezing in place. He's calling me that word again and I don't hate it. It's weird how welcoming it actually is and I can't explain why. It's out of the ordinary for me, nothing I've ever been into. Has any of this been normal for me though? Why would I expect it to be now?
He looks back at me, his eyes half lidded. “Why'd you stop?”
I move my finger in and out again, causing his back to arch.
“Yes. Don't stop. If you do, I'll go back to that hotel room and I can't right now. Don't let me. Take care of me like you promised you would. Please, Daddy.”
This time the title swims around inside me, and the power it gives has me riveted.
Am I actually wanting all this?
He holds still, only taking what I'm willing to give him. “I promise I'll be more patient.”
My skin grows overly sensitive and the air is more noticeable, along with every scent in the room. His citrus shampoo, the apple candles on the nightstand, and all the gifted flowers I have no idea how to care for.
He stretches his arms out, resting his head between them, completely submitting himself to me with so much trust.
Not only do I want it, I'm reveling in it.
He needs me, and like all our last few visits, I won't feel whole again until he's fully sated. I notice it every time his begging eyes take me in, keeping me there until he's no longer suffering.
Pulling my finger out, I reach around him and grip his cock, stroking long and slow at first. My other hand brings my cock between his thighs, and I position my knees around his legs, shoving them closer together to form a tight hold around me. Rocking my hips, I slide in and out, rubbing the underside of his balls. He cries out, his breaths releasing in pants as he grips the bedding between his fingers.
“I—”
“What is it, Little Dove?” Once the name comes out, I can't take it back.
He sucks in a sharp breath, his body shaking. “Won't last. Feels too good.”
My thrusts increase and my hand moves in sync with my cock as I bring us closer to the edge together. His cock twitches between my fingers and I keep fucking upward, all my sensitive nerve endings being stroked at once. The stimulation is overwhelming, and I lean over his back to feel more of him, pressing a kiss against his sweaty neck.
He convulses underneath me, his face pressing into the blanket as he tears at it with his teeth. Our moans intertwine and the pleasure overtakes me, every part of my body buzzing with a high I've never experienced before. Not wanting to fight against it anymore, I come onto the bedding, hard and shaking.
I don't stop touching him or caressing his balls with my cock until he's erupting from his own orgasm; his sounds are beautiful. I collapse beside him and when his body goes limp against the mattress, his limbs spread out, overlapping me. He turns his face my way, smiling dreamily, his eyes hazy.
He's so far gone out of this world and it's a breath of fresh air to watch him find relief from his own grief, even if it's only for a little while.
His fingers travel to my arm and he gently strokes my skin as he hums softly. “Tired,” he says, shifting to his side. “I feel like I could close my eyes forever.”
“Rest a little then. You're safe here.”